Fake Alpha Novels & Stories

But I wasn't going to listen to their nonsense. This is just a greedy father and desperate daughter trying to find a place in my Alpha's life, now that he's ten times wealthier than before. I will not be fooled. "You haven't nothing for me. You just wasted my precious time. Have a good day, " I said, turning around to leave. "Be observant, Beta. And when you do see the truth, don't hesitate to come back to us. Our doors are wide open to a friend in need, " Alpha Deron said from behind, showing his fake concern.

He was wearing a 1994 Hockey Jersey, and he was carrying the Original Golden Whistle. It was the First Alpha—The Ghost-Script from the void—but he wasn't a memory anymore. He looked at Elara with eyes of Pure-White-Null. "You did well to crash the market, Little Wolf," the First Alpha said. "But the 'Users' have a backup plan for a crash. It’s called The Great Depression." He put the whistle to his lips. "If the world can't own you," he whispered, "then the world doesn't get to exist at all."

letting her go wrecks my insides. She’s much too young to be my mate. Walking into my brother Alpha Alexander’s tent, I see the girl he took and claimed as his tied to the bed her clothes are ripped away from her and she just lays there. Her eyes shift to me and I look away. “Ah my brother, how was the Forrest line anyone get away”? I bow my head and address my alpha. “No my Alpha. The border was secure and I managed to catch the ones fleeting.” I say my head still bowed. “Excellent, anyone of importance”? He asks. I look up at him. A mother and daughter, I explained. “The mother will be useful with house work in my home bring her to me,” he says as he walks over to the girl tied to his bed

“It’s fine. There is no need to be so thankful because I know that if I were in a similar situation, you would do the same for me. And just as a sidenote, in case it is the police case that is bothering you. You know, the one about me sending money to you, I don’t want you to worry about that. The Alpha and I are already working on it.” “Oh really? How?” “Well, we have nothing now, but I’m sure that soon enough we will be able to prove that the accounts are fake.” She nodded. “Well, that is good enough. Thank you, Luna.”

“We’ll verify it now.” Her tone carried a quiet hope that the tension in the room would finally ease. A ripple of whispers spread across the boutique. Calista’s smirk faltered for a heartbeat, but the male wolf at her side scoffed. “Sure, anyone can flash something shiny.” Then, with a flourish, he pulled out his own gold card and held it up between two fingers. “This—” he said, loud enough for everyone to hear, “—is real. VIP Gold. From Iron Fang Pack. I’m their Alpha. Nobody questions me.”

“What did you just say? Didn’t you hear anything I—” “Permit me, Alpha,” he cut in calmly. “I did hear you. All of it.” He leaned closer, lowering his voice. “There’s a witch just outside our borders. Not too far. She can brew a potion or something temporary. It creates a mark that looks real, fades in a few weeks. No bond. No wolf connection. Just… a mark.” I stared at him. “A fake mark?” I asked slowly. “More like a temporary one,” he corrected. “Long enough to silence the pack. Short enough to disappear before it becomes a problem.”

"I only asked you about Trinity because I wanted to double-check something." I look from Frank to Kyle, and then to the other engineers huddled around the desk. They all stare back at me with wary, defensive eyes. The overturned table still lies on its side in the middle of the room. "We traced the routing origin," Frank explains carefully, "and found out the entire asset balance was hosted on a ghost platform. Graywich Mutual Funds Corporation doesn't even have a client record for you, Alpha. We sent multiple urgent verifications over the last ten minutes. Their legal department called our main line directly to confirm that your name has never existed on their servers."

* Three dots appeared immediately. Then: *That's not an answer.* *I know,* he typed back. *It's honest though.* A pause. Longer than her usual response time, long enough that he picked up his phone twice to check if she had stopped typing, and then her message arrived and it was not what he expected, was not the level, controlled Ava Bennett response he had learned to anticipate, it was something quieter than that, something that felt like the version of her that appeared in empty gyms and practice rooms when no one important was watching.

she looked like she was about to clam up again and that is when Edon spoke up. "Aurora and Tilly as your fututre Alpha I command you snap out of this." This was the first time I had ever heard him use the Alpha voice. She looked like she was trying to fight it but she finally realxed and looked at me. "Thank you Dax."

Alarick gives him a driver's license from a foreign country. "Republic of Ireland? But I do not live in Ireland. How come I've got this kind of card?" Alpha was confused as to why he has a driver's license in a different country. "Alpha, I recognize that it is wrong and I did understand that this is not the right thing to do but for now, this is the best option that we got. I have a friend who knows how to create a fake license. Well technically, that is not fake because he also hacked their database and entered our name there. But regardless, we have to do this." Alarick admitted what he did just to acquire the license.